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Two people in love, but fights the war between them, in which one still loves the other. |
| The sweetness of silence Our sorrow hanging in the air Must we always fight? Will we never fight fair? If anything should happen To you or to me Though our fights are our wars I hope you shall see My heart is lying My eyes will deceive For it is you For whom I shall grieve I love you much more Than your eyes can understand When I jump I will not land Our love is like an airplane You are my love But should I jump off I shall never recover And so I ask for your hand You sit, very strange Marriage is what I wish The wish I shall arrange Your tears spill The ring on your finger I feel warmth and a rush We must not linger My decision was made I will forever stay on board But should you be in danger I shall fight, shield and sword |